Duck dick

I kept drinking beers in the comfort of my workplace, with the sun firmly set under the sea, and got talking to a Spanish woman that exercises one of the private horses here. It was weird, there was something so attractive about her... maybe it was the Spanish twinge she had to her perfect English, the way her jodhpurs hugged her tiny legs or because she still wore her high heels from work because she forgot her farm boots.

I'm not saying I wanted to go home and fuck the living shit out of her, no I just had a great conversation with her and thought she was a very cool older woman. And I'm half a world away from my love, so maybe I get twitchy sometimes. And I want those legs. Speaking of being skinny, I feel I've lost a bit of weight (or at least toned up) on this island already... which is strange because my diet isn't crash hot and I haven't been doing a lot of exercise, but I guess work is my new exercise. So that's a positive.

I got burnt today, mainly on my arms, so I greatly look forward to the night I have ahead of me in bed. Sweaty, restless, awkward... Excellent. By the time I post this surely I will have endured this ordeal, and had to get up an hour early to start at 7am. Life is grand sometimes. But, on the plus side, I am getting the best colour of my life on my legs - who knew I could get so brown! Just don't put me next to someone who actually tans.... lordy lord!!

Oh, oh, and I saw a duck penis!! Hideous!! It's all twisted like curly fries, freaked the hell out of me! I looked over when the boys started laughing, because 3 of the drakes (male ducks) were getting it on all confused like. And when the realisation hit them that it was against nature, they fell off each other and one had his ding dong hanging out. Gross.............

So a couple of quiet observations about the island so far, given I've been here just over 3 weeks. Can hardly believe it's been that long... but the weeks kept passing. The island is pretty lowkey in terms of going out. The bars are not the highlife standard I was picturing. And there certainly isn't any blues bar or burlesque scene I could get myself into. In fact the nightlife is nothing short of inane and tourist-driven. There is no sense of "Caribbean culture" in the bars and clubs I've visited, no cool little reggae corners or funky hip spots - sometimes I think it's more entertaining to stay at home and play with the cat I've befriended back at my apartment.

I've also realised that I am here for one main purpose: to enjoy my job and the surrounding environment. Natural environment. I'm not here to pick up, to enjoy nights dancing around the poles on bars or make friends with guys who - despite what they say - just have one thing on their.minds. No, I am, in all probability, not going to make any more friends than my workmates and not going to socialise beyond what they are doing.

What I will do is appreciate the natural beauty that surrounds me, never forget how lucky I am to work in such an environment and see as much of it as possible. There are some great ferry rides and even plane rides to nearby islands, and also some things I can do on this very island that I won't ever experience anywhere else. I look forward to that, adding to my list of life experiences. Let's hope I can see it all in 6 months.